it's official: i'm not going to the big house.
which, is the good news. i don't think that offensive orange color would flatter me in the least.
the bad news, is that i ended up having to go to court, after all, and go through the hearing, as last minute negotiations between my lawyer and the man who wanted me arrested and locked up on a ridiculous and unsubstantiated claim went sour, and I had to watch a man I'd watched beam with pride and excel just three weeks before, be escorted in wearing one of those ridiculous orange jumpsuits, shackled, stumbling, and much less than even a shell of his former self. and then, attempt to explain, while facing six felony charges a judge told him last week would ensure he'd breathed the last free air he'd ever breathe in his lifetime, why in hell i deserved to be arrested, and put away with him.
it really made me understand what choosing a career in compassion truly means. you feel, and suffer, and hurt right along with them.
it was sad. and heartbreaking. and i just wanted to make it all go away for him, even though i was, and am, still so extremely pissed off at him for all the bullshit.
at the end of it all, i went home free as a bird, but feeling like somehow i had really lost. that we all had.
today i interviewed five new guests, one of which may actually make it.
i'm going home early and holding out for the remainder of the week...maybe it'll turn out to be one of those 'best is yet to come' kind of weeks. or not.
also, i have randomly and obnoxiously placed commas throughout this post just because i felt like it. mostly because i need a distraction from my actual thoughts and partly because my friend who is brilliant and fantastic signed a book deal and has been been forced to run the grammar gauntlet, mainly where commas are concerned, ever since. rules have changed... and, well, i guess i was just thinking about that. along will all the other crap.
that's enough. i'm tired.